Have you ever woken up one day & been surprised at what you’ve turned into?
That happened to me this morning. I realized that sometime between this week & last, I became a soccer mom.
A bona fide, mini-van driving, messy-bun wearing, chauffeuring soccer mom.
Not quite a revelation–it was sort of inevitable considering my brood, but
kids come home from school, we sort through papers & I supervise (nag? nah…) chores & putting school stuff where it belongs
snacks–everyone gets what they want–Asher gets frozen bluberries but spills a bunch on the floor, need I mention I’m not thrilled, since they cost about a little less than gold per pound?
more tidying, kids playing
start prepping ingredients for dinner
help Amalia get dance clothes & shoes
get the kids in the car, take...